when i was sixteen
I was looking today for the oldest pair of shoes I own, for which I blame Utata, and we'll just leave it at that. I thought I might still have these, but it turns out that I only have one. Why would I keep one shoe? I don't know. But finding this old Converse One Star, navy blue suede, rainbow laces, writing all over, it took me back. Way back.
I did not hate high school and remembering those times doesn't make me feel tortured or anything, but man when I was 16, I was a piece of work. I liked booze and cigarettes and drugs and loud rock 'n' roll and boys who played the drums and Beat literature and theater and making fun of people who I thought just didn't get it. Which was nearly everyone.
I've said it before and I'll say it again: I'm glad I don't have to be 16 anymore.
But I kinda miss the shoes. I loved those shoes.